Don't worry, I'm older than I look.

I tried to say it all in a text message.

Well, there was the night in jail, this that I still can’t fully explain, and the subsequent fifty pound weight loss, the surprise pregnancy, the surprise UN-pregnancy, moving from the country to the city, learning to make chocolates, getting bangs, and despite all the expense and loss, I end up with money in the savings account I didn’t even have a year ago, a much nicer apartment, and evidence of who my friends really are and that there’s more of them than I realized, and that somehow, I’m twice the woman I was last year.

You know, it’s been one hell of a year. If you take stock at your birthday each year, it’s kind of like a giant punch in the face, realizing how much you go through in a given year. I think you kind of did that last December at your birthday, come to think of it.